With all the busyness of the past few months, I've come to a startling realization:
It's really not about me. LOL! Maybe I've been slow to get it, but it's finally sinking in. Last year at this time, I was working out nearly every day, writing, and generally keeping up with life. This year, every time I try to plan something a family member is sick, has an appointment, or otherwise needs my help.
And you know what?
I'm not stressed about it the way I used to get. (Well, not as stressed, anyway.) That's because I believe God is allowing this to be my season to serve others and put my own needs on the backburner. Does it kick against my Type-A personality? A bit, but accepting this instead of fighting has brought peace, plus I'm learning to improvise.
Instead of going to the health club every day, I can run across the street and hike the mountain. Here's the view from last Friday. It's nearly one mile up, right before I went down the backside. Great view of the treetops and the city below.

In other news, I signed up for the ACFW conference! This week I shall be arranging the flights and whatnot. So glad the indecision time is over :D
My question to you, have you been through a serving season? How long did it last and what did you learn?



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